“What a day today!”, said the little weasel named Mark, he was tired after all that hunting in the cold snow.

“Oh, for sure, my den is loaded for this severe winter!”, said John, who was an old weasel, but he still had that fight in him.

“It’s so easy nowadays, with all that snow.”, chirped Mark, with cold water dripping down his fur.

“Oh yeah, makes it a lot easier to hide, the mice had literally no idea!”, John let out as he and Mark started laughing their heads off.

Another weasel named Mikey walked past them, with nothing but a sad face on his tiny face.

“What happened, Mickey?”, John asked.

“Got nothing stored for the winter, guess I’m gonna have to hunt in the severe cold now.”, he blurted as he tried to walk past them and go into his empty den.

“C’mon man, you got nothing, not even a measly mouse?”, shouted Mark, who felt bad for him but also wanted to make fun of him.

“Nothing but myself.”, said Mikey, as he ran into his den, waiting to let the tears out. 

“Come, let me show you my den.”, said Mark to John. They paddled into the den as the smell of dead bodies eroded the good smell of the grass outside. 

“You got a whole graveyard in here.”, said John as he stared into the eyes of the dead mice scattered all over the floor of the den. 

“Yep, ready for the winter.”, said Mark with all the excitement. He couldn’t wait to start digging into the pile and eat all the mice.

“Damn, you're sweating?” Mark said to the old man, the water on his fur was dripping on the floor, making a whole wet patch on it. 

“Nah, it’s just all the snow that piled onto my body, finally getting warmer so my shiny fur can let all the water out.”, said John with all the confidence, thinking he was the only one who had the shiny fur.

John looked further into the trenches of the den, as he looked around, he couldn’t find Mark. “Mark, Where are you?”, he said, with a lot of fear in his voice.

“Right behind you!”, Mark said as he punched his claw into the back of John’s head, making him fall down and lose his life.

“Another one to the pile!”, yelled Mark as he dragged the body to the endless pile of mice and weasels.

My body drifts along the water currents as I notice a bloom of moon jellyfish near me. The ocean brings me to them and I see the others floating upwards to the surface. My bell does a pulsating motion and I move through the waters to get closer to my bloom with the help of the water carrying me. I reach another moon jellyfish and release my special chemical into the ocean to communicate with her. 

“Hi there! What are you guys doing all huddled up together?” I ask. Then I notice a sense of new chemicals coming from her as she starts to wave her tentacles around. 

“Hello fellow moon mate! Well it’s that time of the day so as usual, we all gathered up to hunt for some dinner. Come join us,” she says. 

“Ohhh, of course! We always hunt better as a bloom anyways!”

I decide to stick with her for the rest of the time and we continue to chat with each other through special chemicals as the rest of the moon jellies pulsate in the water trying to search for food. While the bloom swims along the surface, my jellyfish friend sends me a message.

“Hey, I think that one moon guy is trying to talk to you,” she tells me.

I try to slow myself down from being carried away by the waters and turn to the guy that she mentioned. I sense the chemicals that he’s releasing in the ocean to try to talk to me. 

“Hey there beautiful, is it just me or does your bell shine brighter than the moon itself under these waters?” I can feel a sense of flirtation from him and I’m not gonna lie, it makes me blush a little.

“Wow, how flattering of you to say,” I tell him back in a shy and embarrassed way. He begins to hover around me and sends me another message.

“Is it just me or do you think that we were just “moon’t” to be together, hehehe.” 

“Haha, hilarious,” I say. His confidence and humor intrigue me. Could he be the one?

“So, just joined the bloom I’m guessing. Were you always a loner?”

“Excuse me! I’ll have you know, I’ve been part of many other blooms before but the currents well…they tend to lead me to a different direction in the end.” Truth is, it just feels nice to be alone once in a while, but it does get lonely and I've never felt such a strong connection with a companion like him.

“Right…Then you must have a mate by now then, considering all the other moon jellies you’ve met.”

The statement makes me feel a bit embarrassed but I tell him, “No actually, just haven’t found the right jelly to my peanut butter.” Omg! Jelly to my peanut butter! Why did I say that?? 

Flustered, I pulsate my bell to move faster but he catches up quickly and more chemicals disperse.

“Haha, you’re not just beautiful, but a funny one too. I think you’ll be a keeper alright.”

“A keeper…for you?”

“Who else?”

I feel a jolt of ecstasy run through me. Our tentacles brush against each other and I felt it, a spark. We keep on with our conversation while still pulsating with the currents with the bloom. I sense a swarm of zooplankton nearby and the bloom begin to spread their tentacles out while me and him capture our dinner together.

It’s the next month into summer and I meet up once again with the moon jellyfish, the one who called me a keeper, his keeper. We send each other messages through our special chemicals. 

“There goes our larva,” he says as we watch the next generation of moon jellyfish settle to the ground, soon to blossom into one of us after a while.